I had accelerated my pedal. Gliding in the wind, my head started to empty in the rhythmical pace of the pedalling, in the keeping of my balance and in the sight of the horizon. The tide had still not emptied completely. The clouds became more present and strong. I even felt that I was lifting from the ground. Below me – the dam, the lagoon, sheep, birds – became more distant but still perfectly defined. The colours were my colours, mixed in the waters and lands. The clouds were the clouds.